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⌜ chapter eighteen ⌟


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"Hey, what's with this microwave?" Eric asks as he toys with the one that's sitting on the counter by the phone.

"Oh, I unplugged it." His mom tells him as she walks over to the table where Morgan and her dad are both sitting. "It's been making this weird sound."

"What kind of weird sound?" Her husband asks as she pours him some coffee.

Eric plugs it in, and the lights all around the house start flashing and flickering, so he quickly unplugs it as they hear Cory screaming, "Noooo!" from upstairs. They all turn as he comes running down the stairs. "Power surge, my computer crashed. Somebody plugged something in."

"Get that finger away from me, you little twerp." Letty pushes his hand away from her face, and he looks around the room as she walks away from them.

"Here, Morgan, hold this." Eric hands the plug over to his younger sister as he quickly follows the brunette out of the room.

"It was me. I did it." Morgan says with the cord in her hand before she drops it to the floor.

"Hey, Letty." He grabs her hand just as she starts up the first step of the stairs, and she turns to look at him.

"What?" She asks, pulling her hand from his.

"I meant everything that I said before. I don't care about losing the internship, I only care that I don't lose you." He tells her. "Even if you never trust me enough to be my girlfriend again, I still need you in my life. You're my best friend, and I love you."

"I... I just— I need more time." She tells him. "Especially if I have to go back to watching you flirt with other girls. It wasn't exactly fun feeling fourteen again watching you ask Brenda out." She says, and his expression falls.

"You saw that?" He asks, and she looks down. But then he realizes, "It made you jealous."

"Glad you like that." She mutters as she turns away from him.

"No. No!" He quickly goes after her, grabbing her hand again to make her stop on the landing at the bottom of the stairs. He shakes his head as he stands in front of her. "That's not how— I didn't mean it the way it sounded. What I meant was that—"

The lights in the house suddenly start flickering again, and they hear Cory scream out in the kitchen. Both teenagers turn in the direction it came from, and then they run back in when they hear Mrs. Matthews yell, "Oh my God, Cory!"

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